My Mama – The Poet
Once upon a time I had some of my mother’s hand-written poems and also clippings of her poetry that was published in local newspapers. Old Sorry 1998 Flood Story: those items are lost; drowned in that furious flood.
From the time my mother could write her name, I believe she wrote poetry. She thought in poetry. She saw poetry. She was an intelligent, creative, beautiful and amazing woman – and she was a most loving mother.
Not a day goes by that I don’t miss her.